Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Kip Hilson
Kip Hilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kip Hilson
Kip Hilson
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Turn it up Thugger Thugger Yeah Let's go Halftime (what?), half a Perky, half a Xanny, nigga, halftime Half a pint, pour up an eight, my nigga, halftime Tryna rob, that stick turn his body to halftime (boom), yeah Hit the streets and tear this bitch up like I'm Willie B (yeah) No Tennessee, but the chain on my neck is a T (ayy) No Memph' Bleek, bitch, I own the Roc, not JAY-Z (Rock), ya dig? War Ready like Tracy T, ya dig? Racks on racks on racks, just might pull up on my Spider (skrrt) All my diamonds black, you can motherfuckin' knight 'em All these pussy niggas wack, I'ma murk 'em every night'll Pull up screamin' "Blatt," got my motor out a Viper Got 100 million flat like my motherfuckin' idol I might eat it, I might lick it, but I swear I'll never bite 'em (no) Every time I dress myself, it go motherfuckin' viral (ah) Pussy niggas stealin' swag, bring my shit back like recycles (ha) I might ask her for some head I don't know that hoe, I act like she dead Insurance on my money like a wreck (ayy) Every time I see her, she lick the cleavage Fuck her on a ten-thousand dollar bed I could never love her, fuck her And suck my dick like Beavis no Butthead (woo) Cocaine white like Justin Bieber bitch I might show the racks and tease the bitch (what?) I might want it but I don't need the bitch I been flooded out by Jesus, bitch (shee) I want your pizza, Little Caesar's, bitch (shee) Ninth Ward, I buy my diesel, bitch (shee) I don't wanna talk or see a snitch (no) No teacher, we chalkin' shit I passed school, I'm passin' all the staffs I just want that neck like a giraffe I like fish in water, I'm a bear 17.5, I shave it like it's Nair Lay out, watch the kids like a daycare I don't play games, no, I'm not the fair I got Hot Wheels like a motherfuckin' chariot (skrrt) Chanel Vintage, boy, this shit is rare Hey, a good time Hey, let's a have a good time Hey, a very good ti-i-ime Hey, let's have a very good time Hey, a very good time Hey-ooh, let's have a very good ti-i-ime I done figured this shit out, if you think you gon' bite on my swag, it's a virus (oh) I don the swag and I pull up on bitches dressed in all white like Miley Cyrus (yeah) No, I'm not gay, I fuck bitches on bitches, I whip out, she suck on my private (suck it) Lil' nigga play, I'ma catch him down bad and then stick 'em, fold 'em like a wallet (ooh) I swear to God there's only one of me and these bitches three-deep like a trident (ooh) I'm walkin' through it like tons of the ones and these bitches grabbin', I'm at Follies (ooh) Fuck nigga try me, I swear to God, lil' whoadie pull up and pop at his noggin' Bitch, I got water, I look like I'm fresh from Hawaii Having the time of my motherfuckin' life I'm gonna buy everything I want, I can't think twice You can turn the ice tray off, baby, I'm havin' ice (havin' it) As long as I live, wouldn't want a wife Hey, a good time Hey, let's have a good time Hey, a very good ti-i-ime Hey, let's have a very good time Hey, a very good time Hey-ooh, let's have a very good ti-i-ime
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Gamaliel Warren Iii Hilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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